The nurse made sure the door was shut all the way before turning back around to face you. You wanted to shout at her, you wanted to scream profanities at her, but you looked at her face and saw a look of fear across it.
"Listen, I'm going to help you get out of here," she said, "But you need to be absolutely quiet and let me explain."
"Why should I trust you? You just helped put me into a diaper and drink from a baby bottle!" you nearly shrieked, "This is probably just a part of the 'experiment' or whatever I'm being held here for."
"No, please! You have to trust me," the nurse shushed, "I'm only trying to help. My-my daughter's trapped in here! She's one of the test subjects, too! Please, I only want to help."
You weren't sure whether you should trust this nurse. But from what you heard before, she didn't sound all too bad. And after all, she hadn't been the one to actually put the diaper on you or feed you the bottle. You could at least hear her out.
"Go on," you say to her.
"She was taken from me. And I've been wanting to take her back, but I need some help," continued the nurse, "I'm so sick of this job, so please, please help me get out of here and get my daughter back. You don't know how many dirty diapers I've had to change. It's so disgusting."
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